In one book, I am not alone,
In another, I am multiplied by thrice my tone.
I tell the tale of a prophet, a king, and a queen,
Of wars, miracles, and kingdoms unseen.
I am not for the faint of heart,
For in me, violence abounds from start to part.
But in the midst of bloodshed and strife,
A message of hope and redemption comes to life.
From Elijah’s chariot of fire to Elisha’s healing grace,
I chronicle the wonders of God’s holy space.
A witness to His mercy, justice, and might,
My pages testify to His everlasting light.
So tell me, dear friend, can you guess my name?
I am the chronicle of kings and prophets, and I bear the number two and an old Hebrew’s surnamed fame.